The Day She Married My Friend

Summary

The day I got laid off, I called my girlfriend, Juliet Sidwell.

No answer.

I rode my e-scooter home through the rain and stumbled into my apartment soaked, a cardboard box in my arms.

The place was packed.

Family. Friends. Relatives.

And right in the middle of it all stood Juliet and my friend Paul Bartel, raising their glasses to my parents.

The second I walked in, the whole room went silent.

My box hit the floor.

Everything spilled everywhere.

Juliet walked over, calm as ever.

"Why are you here?"

I just stared at her.

"What the hell is going on?"

Something flickered in her eyes.